Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick and Velen didn't talk for a long time, and they confirmed each other's ally in a few words.

With the identity of the spokesperson of the Holy Light, the credibility of each other is extremely high.

Velen was busy cleaning up the mess after the fall. The prophet said that after he had dealt with the things that have caused the entire Exodar to be a little distressed, he took the initiative to talk to Dick about the next thing, and Dick also said that he would mobilize one as soon as possible. The materials needed by the draenei arrived at Azuremyst Isle.

In this regard, Velen did not refuse, he summoned another leader of the Exodar, Shaman Nobundo, and asked him to take Dick to rest.

The ordinary draenei is not much different from humans except for the recurved hooves and tails on the back that are very similar to the devil, and the tentacles on the chin. However, the shaman who has been called is not much different from humans. It was almost completely different from the draenei that Jaina had just met.

He wears a gray hood woven with magic patterns. His body is much lower than an ordinary draenei male, about the same height as Dick, and he can see the atrophy and deformity of his limbs with the naked eye. The most terrifying thing is his face. The draenei's facial features can still be seen faintly, but the face is elongated and the nose becomes smaller. Except for the unchanged eyes, everything else seems to be distorted.

His tentacles were also deformed, and he looked like a poor man who had been tortured.

But Jaina noticed that the Prophet Velen, this powerful and mysterious priest, treated the shaman very kindly, and the two were like old friends for many years.

Jaina took Dick’s hand and looked curiously at the shaman Nobundo, who looked completely different from ordinary draenei. This look was somewhat impolite, but Nobundo was a very kind person. He didn’t. Concerned about Jaina's gaze, she stretched out her hand gently and motioned for Dick to follow him.

"Will the draenei shaman become different from their civilians?"

Jaina asked in a low voice, Dick shook his head and replied in a low voice, too.

"No, it's not. Elder Nobundo is a broken one. Although he belongs to a draenei, his appearance is different from them."

"Broken?"

Miss Mage was as curious as ever, and the Paladin was about to explain, but Nobundo, who led the way in front, suddenly spoke and replied in a non-standard common language,

"The broken are the draenei who have been defeated by the power of the devil, the human lady, the demon energy entangles our body, making our body twisted and becoming like this, in fact, even in our compatriots In my eyes, people like us are also cursed."

The shaman’s tone was very flat, but whether it was Dick or Jaina, I could hear a trace of grief flowing in my heart. Jaina was silent, and kept Dick’s arm harder, the Paladin responded,

"Azeroth also has many famous shamans. In this world, this is a noble heritage. Only the noble soul can feel the whispers of the elemental spirit. Mr. Nobundo, I believe you will find many like-minded people here. friend."

While talking, Dick suddenly remembered another thing. He organized the language and asked softly,

"Actually, I have been to Swamp of Sorrows. It is a lost ground very close to the Dark Portal. There seem to be some broken people there, and they are said to have lived there for decades or even longer."

"This is normal, Knight Dick."

Nobundo still didn't look back, he held a wooden staff full of elemental power in his hand,

"As early as 1,000 years ago, the draenei were hunted and killed by the Burning Legion and migrated to the broken world called Draenor. For more than 900 years, we had nothing to do with the orcs until they were tempted by the devil. We started the war. The War of Draenor lasted for many years. Although in your history, the portal that links the two worlds was opened more than ten years ago, it actually existed a long time ago. With the already formed space rift, it is normal for broken people to be involved accidentally."

The old senior shaman paused, then sighed.

"Those poor people probably have lost their persistence in hope. The broken ones after the fall will soon be transformed into real monsters by magic. They and us are already two creatures."

After Nobundo's words were finished, the atmosphere between the three became a little low, and no one started talking. Until a few minutes later, Nobundo led Dick and Jaina to a stairway hovering downwards. Entrance, and then made a "please" gesture.

"There is a Naaru in the Exodar. We heard a name in its whispers, Volos, so I use this name to call that noble and pure being. Velen told me to take you. Come to the Seat of Light, maybe Volos has something to tell you."

Dick froze for a moment. There was a blue Naaru in the Light Seat of Exodar. He knew it, but he didn't expect that he would have anything to do with this taciturn Naaru, but since Velen ordered Yes, he felt it necessary to meet this mysterious Naaru.

In Dick’s memory, when the Burning Legion attacked Azeroth for the third time, the mysterious Light Legion delivered to Azeroth an artifact called the Heart of Light, which is said to contain the defeat of the Burning Legion. But only Volos can decrypt this artifact. From this point of view, this taciturn Naaru is definitely not a simple character.

Dick moved forward, and Jaina wanted to keep up, but found that Dick could easily walk up the stairs in front of her, but she couldn't. An invisible barrier prevented her from entering it, Nobundo explained. ,

"Volos is a special existence in the Exodar. Only those allowed by it can freely enter the seat of the light. Most of them are Paladins who use the light to fight. We call them the elect of the light, madam, obviously You didn't get Volos' permission, wait patiently, Knight Dick will be out soon."

The Paladin was also aware of this, and he turned around and smiled at Jaina, waved his hand, and motioned to Miss Mage not to worry, and he came out soon.

After Dick's figure entered the seat of the Holy Light, Jaina curiously looked at the energy tube of the spacecraft above her head and the crystals everywhere in the surrounding hall, and finally said,

"Master Nobundo, if possible, I would like to hear the story of the draenei."

Nobundo, who was standing aside meditating, was awakened. He glanced at Jaina in surprise. In a mortal race, it is rare to see a woman who is not afraid of the terrifying appearance of the broken, but he pondered for a moment. Nodded,

"That's a long story."

"It doesn't matter, master, I am a mage, we are very interested in these stories."

Dick walked on the quiet seat of the light alone, and he could see that the draenei were referring to the inner worship of this Naaru named Volos. They carefully arranged this small hall that occupies a small area. When bathed in When Volos in the holy light came into Dick's eyes, the paladin felt what he felt when facing Mulu.

The holy energy of the whole body was in an active state, but it did not deviate from Dick's control. Obviously, this was because the holy energy that reached MAX in Dick's body had a certain resonance with the Naru in front of him.

Dick heard the sound of the chant from the holy light bathing around his body. Although he could not understand the song, his spirit couldn't help but lifted up.

Volos’s body is the same as Mulu’s body, in the form of a luminous jigsaw puzzle. There is a shining light in the center of the body. It is different from Mulu whose body is full of purple light. Volos’s body is blue. The color is like the most beautiful and delicate crystal.

"Come... Dick..."

Volos’s voice sounded in Dick’s heart, and the Paladin took a few steps forward and stood under Volos. This Naaru continued to spin his body in the singing, but no matter which direction he looked at, Volos The body appears in the front.

This is a creature that transcends the three-dimensional world.

Dick even suspected that what he saw before his eyes was only the projection of Naaru in this world.

"I feel...you have doubts in your mind."

Volos’s voice became clearer, and Dick thought about it, and said,

"Great Volos, I met Mulu once. I'm very curious, why did you send the draenei to Azeroth? I think you also know that Illidan is also to fight against the devil, even though he The method is excessive, but if you can cooperate, you can completely block the Burning Legion from the broken Draenor."

"Because Elune... the will of the Holy Light tells us that Elune is the real hope. She has enough potential to grow to the level of fighting against Sargeras, but she needs time and the power to protect her. Before she really becomes stronger, the power of this world is not enough... Delaney is the fuel that is added to it."

Volos directly told Dick the reason. This conjecture was also among Dick’s original conjectures. The speciality of the star soul Elune has been proved more than once, whether it is the destruction of the Burning Legion or Norgannon’s purpose. The arrangements left on this planet have all proved this.

Dick nodded, and he said,

"So great Volos, is there anything I should do?"

A soothing jingle sounded into Dick's ears, which was probably the performance of Naaru's thinking. He waited patiently. After a few minutes, Volos's voice sounded again.

"I can't give you direction... Higher-order power is shrouded in you, bravely moving forward, my lord's will will reappear in your body, come forward, the spokesperson of the Titan and the Holy Light."

When Dick heard the words, he strode forward and almost stood under Volos' huge body. He looked up and the surrounding light was not dazzling, but as Naaru's rotation, a broken crystal came from his body. The sky drifted slowly, and finally hovered in front of Dick's eyes.

"This is Naru Toure, one of the wreckages of the oldest and bravest warrior among us. With his own existence, he repelled a terrible enemy and preserved the existence of a star field. People recited his name. , His fragments were handed over to countless races, sheltered them, and guided them to light and hope."

"Take it, Dick, and give it to someone who deserves it."

The Paladin stretched out his hand and gently grasped the shard in front of the Buddha that was rolling in the holy light. It was temperatureless and cold, but from the crystal, he felt a trace of power that calmed his mind, and Hewo The same music around Ross's body, it was a chant.

Dick knew what the crystal in the palm of his hand was.

This is one of the three artifacts of the priest, the artifact dedicated to the sacred priest, the Toure? Naaru beacon, derived from the fragment of the oldest Naruto.

When the oldest and most powerful Naaru fell into the claws of the Void Lord, Mendysius, the Devourer of the Worlds, in the mysterious world named Kakora, he resolutely detonated himself and the infinite holy light instantly Dispelled the shadows shrouded in the world of Kakoura, and sealed the powerful Void Lord in the void again.

That was a rare victory for the creatures of order against the forces of chaos.

Dick put the crystal into his storage ring. The priest's artifact didn't respond to his touch. Obviously, it needed a real priest.

But in any case, this gift from Velen and Naaru is precious enough that it can create a powerful warrior of the Holy Light in a short period of time, and Dick has no reason to refuse it.

"Go... Dick... Go, the darkest hour has yet to come, and we have to be patient."